God of the impossible

It is November and after 18 weeks, and I finally finished my IOP program for my mental health.

I originally didn’t want to start this intensive outpatient program. But I was struggling so much with my mental health that I’m now so glad I did.

After coming out of the hospital, my psychiatrist said I needed more intensive therapy. The program was called Charlie Health, and thankfully, I could do it virtually. If it hadn’t been virtual, I wouldn’t have been able to participate because of my physical health. I’ve tried to get into IOPs in the past, but they often rejected me, saying my medical issues were too complex and too much to handle. But this time—I got in. No, not by luck—by the power of God. He made it possible, and I’m so grateful for that.

I spent 18 weeks working on my mental health. As I reflect back on my time in the program, I can see so many benefits. Honestly, it was long, exhausting, and hard—but I got through it with the strength of God. Being in group sessions made me feel less alone in what I was struggling with, and I learned some truly valuable things. I’m so thankful for the experience and for how flexible Charlie Health was.

Before all this, when I was in the hospital, things had gotten really bad. I went in for help—only to be sent to a mental health facility. I had been to one before, and it was a deeply traumatic experience I can hardly put into words. My anxiety skyrocketed. I remember having one of the longest, most intense panic attacks I’ve ever had. I started having flashbacks as they made me change into those same green scrubs—the exact ones from before—and the trauma just hit me hard.

The next morning, I was taken by ambulance to a facility two hours away. They weren’t giving me my medications, and I went into a severe flare with all my physical symptoms, which led me to another hospital. They helped stabilize me and kept me for a few days, but then said I had to go back to the facility. That was my worst nightmare. My anxiety was so bad that I couldn’t even eat. I remember trying to pray, but I had nothing left in me—all I could do was whisper, “Help me, God,” over and over again in my head as I shook with fear.

There was basically a 0% chance I’d be sent home. My parents and I pleaded desperately with the psychiatrist. And then GOD INTERVENED. There was a miracle! After a long time waiting and praying, the psychiatrist said I could go home—under one condition: that I immediately start an IOP program. Thankfully, my mom had already been communicating with my outside psychiatrist, who mentioned Charlie Health. They got everything set up, and by the power of God, I was able to start the program just a few days later. Usually, it takes weeks to get into programs like that, so this was truly shocking.

I look back now in disbelief and in awe of what God did. It was literally an impossible situation—but He made a way.

“With man this is impossible, but with God all things are possible.” – Matthew 19:26

“I can do all things through Christ who strengthens me.” – Philippians 4:13

“For nothing will be impossible with God.” – Luke 1:37

He is the God of miracles—the God of impossible things. When there doesn’t seem to be a way out, God will provide. When you’re in your darkest moment, He will provide. When you’re desperate for peace, He will provide.

Run to Him with whatever your needs are. He is near. He is holding you. He loves you.

And if you’re reading this feeling lost, broken, or like there’s no hope left—please know this: you are not too far gone. You are not forgotten. God still has a plan for your life, even if you can’t see it right now. What feels impossible to you is possible with Him. Don’t give up. Keep fighting, keep praying, keep trusting. Healing takes time, but it will come.

One step, one breath, one prayer at a time—God will carry you through. 🤍